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Thursday, 30 April 2015

CAMERONLife’s the shit!Chicks
squeal over how wild and yummy I am, play their silly games trying to
tie me down. But I’m free as a bird, doing what makes life life: kicking extreme-sport-ass!I base jump, snowboard, bungee jump. I do anything for the rush.Then, Ingela blows
into town for college—a cool Swedish blast of trouble. Foulmouthed and
runway-gorgeous, the girl seeps in like poison and melts the freaking
brain.To Ingela I am what chicks were to me: pastime, leisure,
entertainment, pleasure. She’s killing me, and I’m digging it. There’s
a new rush in town!Yeah, I hunt down my highs, and now the chase is on. I’ll catch her soon enough, just, what’s the deal with her ex?BOWith Ingela, sex is a dance. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong.On and off. On and off. Again, she’s wrecked with grief. It’s a reminder of how I destroy her, how crushed relationships shouldn’t be revived.We’ve done this for years, now, but clearly we’re in for more.

The chase is over. Right here,
right now, this is it. Even if it
only lasts thirty seconds, the rush of what I’m about to do floods me and makes
me feel. It’s so intense, every
muscle in my body goes rigid with anticipation.The air is sharp and
early-morning raw. I stare out from my post on an overhang off Firam Peak. Let
my eyes judge the steep drop into the ravine on the backside of the mountain.
Jagged granite walls form unpredictable patterns that crash to the bottom the
way I will soon, and a light dusting
of snow contrasts starkly with the somber stone.I shake my arms. Not to
relieve the tension but to make sure I’m nimble and ready. I didn’t invite my
friends, Dan and Marek, along today. I’d be better off with someone else
around, of course, but nothing compares to the thrill I experience as I step
forward alone. I’m on the edge now, in every sense of the word.I draw in a breath of icy
oxygen. Crack my fingers inside my gloves and adjust the strap on my helmet.
I’m ready.It’s so easy to plunge off the
cliff. All I do is heave up on my toes and extend my arms. A light bend at the
knees and I’m off, flying.Ah, yes. I fly.So good.The wind howls around me. I’m
fast—I’ve jumped a dozen times into this ravine so the speed doesn’t surprise
me. When we started base jumping, Dan and I would heave ourselves as far out as
we could to stay clear of the rock walls during the free-fall. With the
velocity you take on, the smallest miscalculation will throw you against the
ragged stone, toss you around, and beat you about like a rag doll. It’d be hard
to survive.It gets boring, though, to be
careful every time. Which is why, at this point, to get that rush—the woozy
bliss inundating my brain for hours afterward—I simply tip off the edge.The wingsuit I wear is
advanced technology. I stretch my arms out to the side, the fabric spanning
open at my sides. A familiar sting of disappointment sings through me as I
realize I’ll never fly without the squirrel suit. I can’t even begin to imagine
the drug it would be to base jump with no security equipment. Straight to
death, of course. I chuckle to myself at the thought.I’m reaching the white ravine floor
too quickly. Fuck, I’m lightning fast. The parachute on my back is a click
away, but I postpone it, postpone it—I’m
on top of the world!I’m so fucking alive while I
plunge to what could be my last moment on Earth. I curl my body into a
somersault and shout my rush out in an echo against the surrounding rock.“Wooh-hooh!”

AUTHOR BIO

Originally
from Norway, I moved to the United States twelve years ago. I hold a
Master’s degree in languages and taught Spanish at college level before
settling in at the Savannah College of Art and Design as an adviser.I
write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in
“Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February 24th
2014 and in “Stargazer,” released November 2014. The first book I’ve
self-published was the New Adult Contemporary novel “Pandora Wild
Child,” which made me a proud indie author in October 28th 2014.I
specialize in impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys running amok.
Then, there’s the intense love, physical and emotional attraction
beyond reason—sensory overload for the reader as well as for the
characters. Like in real life, I hope you’re unable to predict what
comes next in my stories.Yes, so I write what I love to read,
and depending on the reader, you’ll find my books to be a fast-paced
emotional rollercoaster—or disturbing because the struggles of love
aren’t your thing. Here’s to hoping you have the same reading vice as
me!